Stacy Malone had been hearing about Ross Oakley for months. His name was everywhere—spoken in hushed tones by admirers and whispered with envy by rivals. She'd seen him around campus, of course.
He was impossible to miss, especially with his stunning wives always at his side, turning heads wherever they went. Each time Stacy caught sight of them, a pang of envy shot through her.
She should have been one of those women—part of Ross's world. Instead, she was here, with Dennis, his big, fat, loud-mouthed friend.
But Stacy wasn't one to settle for less. Dennis was merely a stepping stone in her carefully crafted plan. She'd been playing the game for years, and now, she was determined to win.
Finally, the moment she'd been waiting for arrived.
"I'm glad to finally meet you, Ross. I'm Stacy," she said, extending her hand with a dazzling smile.
Ross accepted her handshake with an easy, practiced charm.
